Thursday, February 26, 2009

Book Club Dilemma


So, I've been in a book club off and on now for about 5 years. I really love the idea of the book club: intellectual women gathering to discuss important philosophical and literary ideas in a nineteenth-century-salon-fashion, but without the corsets. Here's the problem: I usually hate the book.

That's right. With a few notable exceptions (such as The Red Tent), I usually end up despising everything I read in book club. I don't know if it's the book club that makes it so, or if perhaps book club appropriate books are just not my cup of tea. I understand that the art of choosing books for book club is a complicated one: It must be engaging, but not too long (people only have a month to read it), interesting, but not too controversial (you might not know the political commitments of your fellow book-clubbers). One must balance the interests of all the different members of the group, but not pick anything too "outside the box."

Mostly, I feel that most book club books fall into the following three categories:

1) Oprah Books. These are outrageously long, descriptive works in which the lives of the protaganists spiral downward in an utterly horrifying and unpredictably depressing fashion, leading to the unsatisfying conclusion in which everyone's life ends up a little bit (or a lot) worse. Case in point: The House of Sand and Fog, White Oleander, She's Come Undone.

2) Chic Lit. I hate this genre title even more than I despise the books in it. These are short, easy, reads that seem perfect for womens' book clubs in that they cover all aspects of life as a woman: shopping, travel, friendship, marriage, divorce, child-bearing (as if those are all that we do). Unfortunately, they are usually incredibly shallow and poorly written. I'd rank the following among the worst offenders recently: The Secret Life of Bees, 1,000 Days in Venice, ANYTHING from the shopaholic series.

3) Feel-Good, Real-Life Narratives These include any non-fiction books that make us feel cultured and involved in the world. Although I liked Reading Lolita in Tehran, it definitely falls into this category, as does Eat, Pray, Love.

So what is a well-meaning, book-clubbing girl to do? I can either depress myself, demean my gender or spend 30 minutes before bed each night feeling self-righteously engaged in the world. Not great options as far as I'm concerned, but alas, for this book-clubber, the only options there are.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Hilarity

For a long time, I was opposed to blogging. Many of my friends have blogs, but mostly they're made up of boring anecdotes about their lives that I've already heard because, well, we're friends. I wondered why people felt the need to clutter the internet with the minute and mundane details of their lives. Why, I wondered, did some people feel they needed to broadcast the fact that they (fill in fact here: bought a new couch, celebrated a national holiday, or taught their dog to roll over) while many others could just experience these things without notifying all of humanity via the world wide web?

I have found a few good bloggers to follow, like my friend Dina whose blog about urban farming and cooking (www.citylovescountry.com) has taught me some important things such as how to make apple butter and bake no-knead bread. Sometimes I wonder how she has time to sleep.

Or my friend Mark whose blog follows everything from gay rights activism to baking tips to rural Oregon news posts to gardening (http://scuffproductions.com/scuff/).

I also regularly read "Beauty Tips for Ministers" a site completely devoted to helping female ministers avoid "frumpiness" and all other manner of fashion faux-pas.(http://beautytipsforministers.com/). Given that I'll soon be a female minister, I've been putting in some extra time on this one in preparation for maintaining non-frumpiness once I actually enter the ministry.

But what can I contribute to this blogging hysteria? Well, I think I can contribute this: a lot of funny stuff happens to me (professional stuff, theological stuff, personal stuff.) and I'd like to tell the world about it so that others might share in the hilarity. So I'm starting "What's Up, Jesus?" (a tribute to a song I wrote in college. more on that later.) as a depository for all this hilarious stuff. I hope you enjoy it!